Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The sea of ​​stars is boundless.

An old starship with a mottled surface slowly sailed away from the central galaxy.

Its cargo has been unloaded, and the crew on the ship has also received their due payment for this trip. They carnivaled in the crew room and soon got drunk.

A young crew member opened his drunken eyes and fumbled for the key of the cabin with his hands on his body:

"...Odd, strange, where did it go?"

inside the cabin.

The empty cabin was pitch black with no lights. After all, no one would guard the unloaded cabin. In the huge space, only some garbage left by the cargo was scattered on the ground.

On the lowest level of the cargo hold, there is a dead corner that avoids all intelligent monitoring. It is a narrow space left by a wrong design. It is hidden in the connection of the ship, so dark that it seems that no light can enter it.

A teenager curled up quietly in it.

No one knows when the stowaway boarded the ship, how he evaded all the security equipment, and how he escaped the screening of the customs.

The young man was very thin, and he was wearing a set of dirty clothes, covered with dried blood, the original color could hardly be seen, the clothes were torn and tattered, hanging on him like strips of cloth.

In the gaps in the clothes, one can see the large and small wounds on his body, some of which are very old, and the dark brown scars are regular in shape, as if they were deliberately created, and the healed scars are overlapped with brand new wounds. The torn wounds were bloody and bloody, and in some cases, the bones could be seen deep.

The rolled-out flesh was pale with excessive blood loss, and from time to time, with the shaking of the cabin, it rubbed against the wall, and the wound that was no longer bleeding was torn again, and blood dripped slowly.

But the owner of the wound didn't seem to notice it at all, and didn't even tremble.

He buried his face in his knees, and seemed to have fallen asleep, or fell into a coma from blood loss.

During this long journey, he was completely motionless, like a sculpture lurking in the darkness, as if he had merged with the wall, becoming something between the living and the dead.

However, in the gap between the fabrics, the boy's eyes were calm and clear, without any sleepiness, staring firmly at the solid darkness in front of him.

Those pitch-black eyes were bottomless, and there was a little cold and bright fire in the pupils, rolling and burning.

Like a wounded beast, silently and hatefully staring at the darkness in front of him, he is always ready to tear the existence that appears in front of him in the next second into pieces, roaring to be the enemy of the whole world.

As if masochistic, he reviewed over and over in his mind what happened only a dozen hours ago.

Sirens, shouts, and panicked begging for mercy, mixed into a powerful sound wave, reverberating in the research institute, and the research institute, which was in a complete blockade, became a mess, 90.00% of the defense system was interfered and could not function, and the call for help was sent out The signal was blocked by the powerful mental power of the experimental subject, and the gap before the arrival of the army was their chance to escape.

The two teenagers ran away with all their strength, and the sound of chaotic and broken footsteps hit the metal floor, echoing hollowly.

Freedom is ahead.

The unknown world is waiting to be explored. For the first time, the word "future" has a special meaning.

The door stood wide open.

Countless possibilities call out to them.

However, at this moment, the tallest boy stopped suddenly without warning.

The other boy was slightly taken aback, turned his head to look at him, and urgently urged, "Run! We'll be there soon!"

Unexpectedly, U2625 slowly shook his head: "...I can only send you here."

"My brain was implanted with a chip." His voice was rational and calm, and he spit out cruel words smoothly: "Once you and I escape, we will both be arrested in less than 10 minutes. There is no doubt that."

The experimental subject was startled, and looked at the other party in disbelief, as if he had heard something from the Arabian Nights.

How can it be?

It is impossible for their mental strength to be implanted with any chips. Even in a coma, this behavior will trigger their self-protection awareness, unless...

Voluntarily remove the mental barrier and allow the operation to proceed.

And throughout the process, maintain absolute sobriety.

As if thinking of something, he suddenly widened his eyes.

... The few words I heard when I was in a coma when I was young flooded into my mind again.

In the darkness, the boy's voice came from far away, it sounded hoarse and peaceful: "...we can make a deal."

The past and reality, two voices overlapped in his mind.

At this moment, a tall and straight young man stood in front of him, staring at him with the same deep and dark eyes, and the footsteps of pursuing soldiers sounded at the end of the corridor.

"You... what did you do?" For the first time, panic-like emotions surged in the eyes of the experimental subject.

He subconsciously leaned out, as if he wanted to catch something, but the other party took a step back and avoided it.

The boy's palm stayed in mid-air blankly.

The U2625 forces its own sound to remain flat:

"The laboratory must confirm that I no longer have the ability to resist."

There was extremely deep sorrow in his eyes: "...I'm sorry."

"You're dreaming." The young man's eyes ignited with anger, showing sharp canine teeth like some wild animal, and killing intent rolled in his eyes: "If you don't go, I won't go. Since you can't run away, I will Kill the people in the entire laboratory here, and then burn them on fire, so that no one can analyze the chip in your head, it doesn't matter if you have it, we will kill them all..."

"The army is already on its way." U2625 interrupted him.

Even for them, it is impossible to defeat the most elite permanent army in the entire Federation-this is suicide.

He sighed silently, and slowly slipped out a gun from his lowered palm—it was left behind when he broke through the guard's defense just now.

The experimental subject sneered:

"What? Are you going to kill me if I don't leave?"

"No." The young man shook his head calmly, flipped his wrist, and the muzzle of the gun instantly turned around, hitting his chin.

The teenager screamed in panic: "...Wait!"

"...Let's go." The other party's voice was as soft as a sigh: "Let me deal with the rest of the pursuers."

In the corridor where the alarm bells were ringing, the two faced each other from a distance, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, and the strong smell of blood wafted in the frozen air.

The boy gritted his teeth tightly, and could almost taste the blood in his own mouth.

His dark eyes stared fixedly at each other.

The young man standing face to face with him looked back at him silently, like a mountain that cannot be moved, calmly put his life on the corner of the gambling table, waiting for his decision.

He lost his sight, turned around and plunged into the night outside the door.

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In the silence, the curled up boy finally moved slightly.

His long eyelashes blinked, a big tear rolled down, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness—as fast as if he had never appeared before.